it's a response I posted to this thread a few days ago . . . (thanks grace 0418 and Bluerthanblue) . . .http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=364x2348402my lead quoted the poster who started the thread (Frazzled Educator) as follows . . ."You can see it . . . damaged goods, damaged esteem, fractured egos and low self-worth. No one rips these kids apart more than these kids." . . .and this is the response I posted (cleaned up a bit for punctuation, better wording, etc.) . . .that is s-o-o-o-o-o true! . . . years ago, I was a specialized foster care provider to troubled teens . . . the organization I worked for took a select group of the toughest kids in the system -- those who had been in constant trouble but had done nothing really violent -- and placed them in homes with individuals or couples they called mentors . . . mentors were paid as full-time employees (albeit modestly) to take one of these kids and give him or her their full attention for anywhere from six to 24 months, depending on the kid . . . the goal of this concentrated kind of attention was to help them become independent, productive, law-abiding citizens . . . since the program cost a hell of a lot less per kid than either group homes or institutionalization, it was an attractive option for the state . . .
anyhow, the second kid who came to live with me arrived on his 16th birthday accompanied by a caseworker carrying a birthday cake . . . they came in, we sat around the kitchen table getting acquainted for 15 minutes, and then the caseworker was off and the kid was my responsibility . . . pretty daunting at the time, let me tell you . . . (the first words out of his mouth after the caseworker left were "I wanna tell you right now, I'm NOT going to school!" . . . to which I replied something like "Whoa . . . how 'bout a 'Hi, nice to meetcha first?'") . . .
reviewing this kid's records and talking with him revealed that he'd been in constant trouble since he was about eight years old -- or half his young life . . . everything from stealing to drugs to bullying to acting out sexually -- but, as I said, no history of real violence . . . (his latest -- the reason he was coming to live with me -- was stealing a bread truck in Massachusetts and driving it, with a friend, to Disneyworld in Florida, where they were nailed after running a stop sign) . . . and for most of those eight years,
every adult in his life -- family, caseworkers, group home staffs, foster parents -- everyone had told this kid, in no uncertain terms, what a rotten person he was, and that if he didn't shape up, he'd be in jail or dead before he was twenty . . .
now, when you're a pre-adolescent, and every adult in your life constantly tells you what a rotten kid you are,
you're going to end up believing it! . . . after all, these are the adults charged with your care, right? . . . so they
must know what they're talking about, right? . . . which means that, hey, you really
are a rotten kid, a bad person . . .
when a kid grows up believing that he's a bad person -- because everyone has told him so, over and over and over -- well, by god, the kid is going to live up to those expectations! . . . ("They want a bad kid? . . . Well, I'll give 'em a bad kid!") . . . he'll keep acting out and getting into more and more trouble -- usually progressively worse trouble -- until he is indeed either in jail or dead . . .
it's a self-fulfilling prophesy, perpetuated by those charged with his care . . .
after knowing this kid for only a short time, I determined that he was NOT a rotten kid or a bad person . . . he was actually a pretty good kid -- amiable, outgoing, great sense of humor, eager to learn -- who life had shit on repeatedly . . . and who, after being shit on repeatedly, had made a lot of really bad choices about "who to be" and how to behave . . . and for the next two years, I spent a great deal of my time trying to convince him of that fact . . .
convincing this kid that he was, in fact, a good person who had merely (albeit regularly) behaved badly was an enormous challenge -- and it really did require my full time attention over a two year period . . .
but ya know something -- it worked! . . .
the kid got a job in a wood shop, which he ultimately held for almost a decade before moving on to something else . . . he got his GED and his driver's license . . . he met a really nice girl, they had a kid together, and when the kid was about three, they invited me to a beautiful church wedding (the kid was the flower girl) and reception . . . they eventually bought their own house, fixed it up, and sold it for a nice profit before moving on to something better . . . they even invited his father (from whom he'd been estranged for years) to come live with them, relax, and enjoy his golden years playing with his granddaughter . . . more than 20 years later, he still stays in touch regularly, and I can''t tell you how proud I am of all he's accomplished . . .
and all it took was two years of concentrated attention, caring, and love to undo the damage that state child "services" had done to him over half his life . . .